My lovely sunshine

Your rays, brighten my days
your warmth, renews my heart
your ways, put a smile on my face
your words,how I long to see you soon

How I love to bask in your glory sunshine
How I long to be eternally there
how fulfilling your presence is
No matter how far apart we are
your words, how I long to see you again


Hold me forever in your embrace
Keep me forever close to you
Cheer me always at dawn and dusk
Write me a letter daily
your words, how I long to see you again

can we bask in this glory forever?
can we delight in our cheer everyday?
can this go on and on, endlessly?
tell me my sunshine
your words, how I long to see you again

The crumbled cookie.........

A dark Grey sky loomed
A rainbow in the horizon
Mixed emotions
Confused expectations
I wait for an impression
Eagerly from their expression
I can’t fathom
Of the aftermath
The worst occurrence is nigh
A lurid reality in the offing
They join the jobless
Renderers very senseless
Their accounts now penniless
Their problems endless
Smile though at the rainbow
The coin has three sides
The end of one
Origins another
A transition in between
The crumbling of the cookie
Makes it not less ambrosial

A cry for a shujaa......

20- 10- 2010 indeed
A happy day long waited
or so it was intended
Mashujaa day it was
Memories of fallen paladins
Standing heroes’ cognized
A celebration for Wanjiku


Auscult to Stephen Kubai
A son of a fallen hero
time spent with father zero
He sacrificed for Kenya
A true Kenyan knight
Stephen cannot speak English
His children lacked fundamentals
a result of shattered dreams
As Fred fought for a nation
His only plea
Give us the basics
A humbling plea
One, two, three trickles
I cried for a shujaa




I watched Mzee Kamau
A mau mau combatant
So much he had ceded
in his strife for a better future
He fought to bay the Beberu
He fought for a decent life
His almost falling Mabati shanty
A no befitting livelihood
All he does forty seven years since
He hoists a flag by his house
A true Kenyan Patriot
Wallowing in poverty
with nothing to smile about
The sad state of affairs
Makes me cry for a shujaa


I listen to Gitu wa Kahengeri
Mau Mau veteran spokesman
Fighting for their rights
He will not relent
The queen must compensate
The treaty they had signed
Majority have nothing
Nothing seem forthcoming
I pray that they win this
Too many woes for the Shujaa’s


If only justice could be done
If only Wanjiku had a care
Of how far he had come
a valued nation we shall have
A solid defense we shall have
in oneness we shall live
only peace in this life
For prosperity of Kenya.

what my priest taught me

It was a cold chilly morning and as usual I headed to St. Paul’s Christ Academy. I was enthusiastic about my 2 hr class as I knew that my voids would be filled. The Mass commenced on time and on the sight of the minister for the day I already felt my anticipations. His name was Fr. Big. He was the usual wise, cool calm and collected but very well researched priest…..What would he have for me that Sunday?????? My thoughts ran wild. Something inside convinced me it would be a sunny day in all aspects. The sermon began with reflections about Faith….All the definitions that Faith had been defined in by the English dictionary and in the church doctrine were in the Pamphlet. That I had heard before. I was thirsty for something different. Could he quench it? Logical meaning yet contemporary. This priest would not disappoint me and one thing I knew for sure was that the priest was a good teacher. A good teacher, he said, is someone who teaches one something and relates with it. A bad teacher, as your guess may be, is one who transfers knowledge from written books and transfers it to the Medulla Oblongata and it evaporates/ sublimes soon after. That was his lesson # 1.He now proceeded to the layman’s understanding of Faith. He used the one thing that Architects, carpenters, kindergarten children and many other professions must use. It was a Pencil………”It can’t get better than this” I said to myself. I was having an internal monologue and the more I tried to think, the more I found myself pondering about a pencil. He didn’t keep us waiting. At that point everyone had lent him their ear. He stated them with brevity and conciseness.

A pencil must be held

A pencil must be sharpened

A pencil treasures its inner fountain

A pencil always leaves a mark

A pencil’s error is easily erased.

I had never thought about all that. Talk about taking trivialities for granted. It left me thinking. What a simple way to fulfill one’s purpose. What an easy definition of faith! What a great teacher! What a lesson it was! Fr. Big had done it again. This was my motivation every Sunday that I felt sleepy. I had to run to my 2 hr class called mass because it would sure be a sunny day.

CONFUSED

When I have a vision
The high deity gives me a provision
When I ask in prayer
The answer cometh like a rain blessing
When I have a longing
I look forward to the fulfillment in the offing
How then does a great dream like this?
A dream that I knew would come,
On its arrival comes along hesitation
Does that make me confused?

All along I was sure
The deal is very sweet
The eventualities maybe sour
Should I commit?
Should I follow the conscience?
Should I seize the moment?
Could it be an answered prayer?
Or is it a test of faith?
Help me figure it out
Deliver me from my confusion

BEYOND YOU

Know who you are?
Know why you are here?
Know where you want to be?
Know when you will be there?
Know what to be while there?
Think aloud
Surpass your understanding
Be what you were made to be
Build Your Own Universe

My Frustrations....

Frustrated in thee I feel
You know not how to acknowledge
The efforts I engage
The strains I endure
Effortless to your conviction

All the brain drain
All the wasted muscles
To achieve what to you is fit
The upshot still remains
Effortless to your conviction

My body is exhausted
My brain is fatigued
No matter how much I toil
You excel in your foil
Remaining effortless to your conviction

The yoke is too profound
Much toil without respite
Let me be for a while
Rejuvenation I need
An ease to keep at bay
Your effortless conviction

My heart bleeds................................

i sit here
i try to look
i can't concentrate
i look into the horizon
nothing seems to work
one by one
a trickle and another
tears flow down my cheek
for a while i let them
its a bit comforting
i just want to be there
crying my sorrows away
my source of joy they have taken
a distance they have kept
they have taken my dawn company
the smile that brightened my morning now gone
i can only try to cheer up a little
but one fact remains
my heart is bleeding
Cherished moments will keep me going
hoping that every day the sun rises
it shall be a meeting in the offing

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Just another episode

I can't stop laughing, smiling, giggling or whatever you may want to refer to it. This just made my evening. cring... cring...cring went my phone. It was exactly 9.31pm and when i saw the caller ID I was no longer enthusiastic about the call.Only I knew the little secret and for once I had to use a long practiced lie to save my skin. About six days ago, he had used the short messaging service to write to his dear one. I would like to call it precise, concise, direct and to the point. These are days I miss the long crafted letters that had so much spice added to convey a very simple message. The letter that could either be done on colored writing pads, graph papers or even tissue paper and sealed with a sweet smelling scent with regard to the sender. The u r 2 sweet to be 4gotten embedded at the back side on the envelope in a strategic position which would sure be the first thing you saw when u received it. "Which day are you available we have a date?" he asked. I trust my intuitions too much and i knew very well that he had something in his mind. However, i decided to wait until he could say it like it was. On answering the phone he sounded quite happy like the usual when he called his dear. He was just checking on how my day had been and of course the now inevitable question on whether i had received the text. I was ready with an answer since i had all along known that it was in the offing. I could not let myself be apprehended for this. Being a loyal subscriber of on of the local service providers; i knew very well the challenges i encountered. I confidently asked when the message was sent and when he stated the day and the time i said that it must have one of those days when my inbox was full and when i deleted there was only one incoming message and it was for sure not from him. He could not trace the slightest possibility in the emotion i expressed at that particular time. He asked me to check my diary on which time i would be available and since it was left at my disparity i had to push it to a far date. "That would be too late!" he said hesitantly. I could not comprehend what the hurry was for but my greatest fear was almost confirmed. It was not until he said, "Wahenga walinena... chelewa chelewa utapata mwana si wako", that it confirmed it. By then i had lain the proposal of how we could meet in church sometime and that i would not escape when it would come to the High Deity's chosen day.The time was now and he had to state what it was he had wanted to tell me for a year. It was then i revealed that he was a little too late. He could not believe it. He thought i was kidding but i was being honest. I was applying one of the few things i borrowed from my ethics class; Always tell the truth with charity. The poor brother felt really broken. The fluency had now seized. He wanted an explanation on why he was late. I had none and owed him none anyway. My answer was simple i already belonged. He was no longer articulate at this point and he started wishing me a nice life. He said how he had willed to tell me a long time ago but the doors were always closed. That became the end of our conversation and the end of asking for a 'dati'. The last thing he said was that hopefully one day we would meet just as friends. For me all along we were just acquaintances and strings attached whatsoever. Don't judge me. I did not lie. I simply followed one little lesson i had been taught that being wise is knowing when to tell the truth and when to tell the whole truth. For me on the situation needed me to just tell the truth. The whole truth would have crushed a brother and since i could not bind the broken pieces together, i hoped that at least they were not broken at all.

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To you my valentine

I have no roses to give
i have no money to buy you chocolates
i may not have a whole day to give
or an entire night to watch the stars with you


I may wear no red dress
i will expect no much from you
i will give you one thing though
my heart


The blood of my heart is more red than any dress
the arteries in my heart will stretch beyond any rubber
the love i will give you will have no plastic limit
with no ring i will give my promise
to you my one valentine
i give you my heart

Quote to live by

The great and glorious masterpiece of
man is to know how to live to purpose.
....
Michel de Montaigne

Please Dont'

From the cascading waters of Gateba
Down the hills of Tumutumu
A beauty was born
A joy to the parents
A joy to the neighbours
A joy to the village

An intelligent beauty
A beauty riled by people obscene treatment to life
She considered it obnoxious
Nobody could tell what next if she only knew

She had seen young lives terminated
She had tried to imagine the agony
She could not stand the thoughts for long
She hoped to put a stop to it.

You may call it irony
but even with all her efforts
she had no idea of her past
her past in the womb
her mother almost sent her to the tomb
she was a result of an assault

She had seen the wire there
so close to getting to her heart
she fought to escape unhurt
causing the mother a lot of hurt
she could bear it no more
she had to live with it
for so long as she would live

her cry
to give it no try
her fight
to have to survive
her call
to put an end to the madness
please don't
all that is from her mouth
its is a no no to kill.

Till death...................

A look in your eyes
I see the love
I see the assurance
blessed with the height
I see how high you can go for us
Your heart is so true and pure
and your way with words carries me to your heart

I will share your joys with me
I will cry with you
through the mountains and valleys
I promise you my strength
I thank the high Deity that i have you
I cherish all the past moments
I look forward to sharing my new life with you

With this ring
I promise to be forever yours
to be always there for you
to fight battles with you
and to enjoy the worlds best moments
with you by my side

This is my covenant with you

and the sign of my love.

Did you know??????????????

PRAYING MANTIS
On growing up i knew that praying mantis were a small devil. Their praying posture and annoying green color did not make the situation better. So many of them i saw at the end of 2009 prompted me to dig out for any possible advantage of having them around. This may just interest u and especially if u have a kitchen garden or many acres of land.

Praying mantis can be used for pest control. This is how....praying mantis females deposit a sticky egg case on the underside of a leaf or on a twig. If the egg case survives winter, the babies, called nymphs, emerge in late spring or early summer. The nymphs have voracious appetites and typically cannibalize each other if they don't have an adequate supply of aphids and other small insects.